Ohh!!! Today turned out to be a day! Today I was playing with (my friend's) dog and he hurt his paw. He landed badly as he ran after the ball. I urgently went to the veterinary hospital. The doctor was in operation, so I had to wait a long time. π₯΅ As a result, he underwent an X-ray and he had a crack in his thigh. I just got home.
So... my day started so well. I had plans. I wanted to spend the day at home. I wanted to do stretch, face masks and scrub, learn Polish and watch a movie. In the end, I spent the whole day in the hospital with the dog. π
I feel a little guilty because the dog got hurt while playing with me. And it seems to me my friend is angry with me.
I need to start to return to the mode a little. I gave myself the opportunity to be sad and cry. But I understand that my life goes on. And the sooner I get into normal mode, the better it will be for me. What happened cannot be changed. I need to accept it and learn to live with it.
π I started doing home workouts. Now I rarely go outside, because we have severe frosts. In order not to engage in self-destruction, I decided to pull myself together. Every day I lay out a yoga mat and practice. πͺπΌ Then I study Polish. I repeat the words. Learning the rules. Then I cook the food or read a book. And now I will set aside a little time for work. I Respond to messages and lead all my platforms. π±
When you have a daily routine, dealing with problems is much easier. Often people choose their own suffering and do not allow themselves to get out of it. I choose a life without suffering, so I return to my regime π»
π Thank you all very much for your support and kind words β€οΈ I see everything. I hug each of you
βBy the way, look at this set of underwear. You chose him, and I kept my promise. ππ€€π¦. Choose which photo do you like best?
Now I have a period of "revaluation". In my head thoughts about all sorts of things. About myself. About life values. About the inner state. About loneliness.
I have periods when I think about it. You know, as if you want to run away from everyone for a while. You donβt want answer calls, messages, donβt want talk to people. You just want peace and quiet. π
I want to be alone with myself. For this fast and hectic life, we forget about the most important thing - about ourselves. We often get tired, waste our energy on other people. On loved ones. On Friends. On the our family. On our work. And we completely forget about ourselves.
Only we know who we really are. We can be ourselves when we are alone, when no one sees us.
Just be yourself. Don't pretend to be polite or appropriate. Don't hold yourself back... Just be yourself. Just listen to the silence.
Sometimes it seems to me that silence is the loudest sound in the world ...
β Do you have such periods? What are you doing for this? How are you resting? Where do you like to be alone with yourself?
And do you think about her at all? Share your thoughts with me.
I think about it often. Not in the sense that I will die. No, of course we will all die. This is clear. From the moment I became aware of death, it scared me. Now I live without fear of death. I can talk about her. It does not seem to me something terrible and sad.
Death is part of life.
Rather, this topic is of interest to me. I wonder what will happen after. What feelings will I experience in the last minutes of my physical life. And is there spiritual life after physical death. Will my mind stay the same Or is it just the end. And there will be nothing more? They say that a person before death (if he could not achieve this in life) learns the essence of being. Learns the truth, bliss and love. It's so interesting that no one can find out, but everyone will someday know about it.
Life is so amazing, interesting and mysterious. So many questions and no answers. Although ... It often happens that the answer to a question is the question itself. Sometimes it's that simple, and we complicate things. β€οΈ
I still have not received the last document that I need for my move. Therefore, I am in a state of expectation. And it's a bit of a painful condition, because I don't know how many days I have left.
Now, when I go out into the street, I greedily eat all kinds of my city with my eyes. Not that they are very beautiful, they are just very close to me. I try to remember every moment. Every street, house, cafe, smell. I try to keep all the memories and moments in my memory. β€οΈ
It's so great to walk the streets where you spent your childhood. Where I ran through garages with my friends. Where I first fell in love. First friendship. Where I went on dates. Places where I had fun with friends. First time I got drunΠΊ. In the courtyard where I grew up, I recalled how I was roller-skating and broke my knees π How I learned to ride a bike. The wall where I scratched my name with a knife many years ago. School in which I studied. The university in which there was a lot of fun moment. Itβs a pleasantly sad. π₯² My adolescent that stayed there. Forever on these streets. I want to be there for a moment. I want to live another carefree summer evening. I want to run away from boys who are trying to pull your pigtails, because they like you. I want to Go to dinner with a friend, and then again run out into the street...
My beautiful girl- adolescent, which will never return, but will forever remain in my memory β€οΈ
The story of my first book or how I started reading.
As a Ρhild, I didn't like reading. At school too. I have not read a single book from the school curriculum. I found a short retelling on the Internet or cheated from the Internet in lessons. I don't know how I graduated from school. π I studied poorly.
When I entered the university, I went to work. In the afternoon, after classes. I was 18 years old.I worked as an administrator in a beauty salon. The beauty salon where I worked had no internet. The mobile network also worked poorly, because it was a basement room.
Out of boredom, I decided to take the book. I found it at home in my grandma home library. It was a book by Erich Maria Remarque "A Time to Live or a Time to Die" (attach a photo of the book).
Do you know what happened? I read it in one day. Without stopping. In one breath. Nonstop. I was so carried away that I did not notice how the working day passed. I was so impressed by the book, the story of the heroes ... I didn't know what to do for a very long time. I missed the characters in the book. It was like I was experiencing all the feelings of the protagonist and so deeply immersed in it.
I started reading about this writer, about how this book was created. Any information, which I could find. After that, it was decided to read another book by this writer. Then another one... And one more... And so I have already read all his books that I could find. About 14 pieces. I watched film adaptations of books. I read the biography of this writer. I liked him so much. I liked the atmosphere in his stories. The time at which he wrote. I liked the way he wrote. I felt all of his characters. I was imbued with the spirit of this time.
That was great. Definitely a big thank you to Remarque for his love of books. It started with him. He was able to win my heart π
βHow often do you feel compassion? Can you say about yourself that you are a person capable of compassion?
To be honest, I have more compassion for animals. More precisely, I always feel compassion for animals and sometimes for people, Probably, this is because a person can always stand up for himself. Can defend himself. Animals can rarely do this. Especially if in front of him is a person who is completely devoid of compassion.
After all, we are distinguished from animals only by the fact that we are have by critical thinking. And a set of feelings. But sometimes people behave worse than animals. They can be so cruel, narcissistic and selfish.
For the first time in my life, I encountered the compassion of in Π΅lementary school. There was a cat in the basement near my entrance. I asked my mother to take her home, but she was against it. I remember once I looked at this cat, in her eyes. And something broke inside of me. I felt such a wave of suffering, fear and hunger.
Perhaps I am exaggerating, but then it seemed to me so. I felt so sorry for this cat. Every morning before going to school, I took food from home and fed her. Soon she recognized me and ran to me. The cat rubbed against my feet π₯°
And then we moved. And my heart broke on the rocks of childhood sorrow. I have lost a friend. I remember these feelings very well. Since then, my attitude towards animals has been very painful. I'm worried about everyone.
I don't go to dolphinariums and zoos. I don't even want to financially support any exploitation of animals. And I always try to feed stray animals. And help homeless people. If I have money, I will always give it to those in need. I can buy food and hot tea. And then I feel sad for a long time because of this. Sometimes it prevents me from living ... Here's a story.
A few photos of feet in your tape. I know there are real connoisseurs here π Please read this post β€οΈ @shameless_sg Today, as promised (although I promised on Tuesday, and already Thursday) I went to the shelter. I decided to spend the money from the last painting ,which one guy bought for charity. And I promised to show you dogs πΆ
βοΈCome to my stories and look at these wonderful dogs β€οΈ
Also, I wanted to say thank you for helping me. I didn't even ask, and some of you wrote to me that they also want to give some money and help the dogs. Thanks to this, we bought more medicines. Vaccines and preparations for worms and fleas. Thank you very much for your help ππ½
I was so happy today that we did a good job. I looked into the eyes of these wonderful little dogs and felt it too. They are so happy to wallow in the snow. Fooling around and gnawing bones π₯° Thank you guys, you are cool π
It's such a small thing, but how much happiness...
There is anxiety in every story I have. There is anxiety in my every day. I think I and anxiety are synonymous. We live together.
As long as I can remember, I am so worried about everything. I think I am not trying to do anything about it. It's like a part of me. I don't know how to live without it. And it is true. There are situations when I am not worried and I feel anxious about it. Paradox! The endless cycle of anxiety in my life.
But this is bad.
My nervous system is very sensitive. It is a fact. My anxiety once drove me to the point that it seemed to me that I was being watched. Below in the posts I have already talked about my mental health problems... But I'm fine now.
During that period when I was very bad. When I was depressed, I felt like I was being followed. I remember how I covered all the holes in the room with plaster. I even taped the sockets. It always seems to me that someone is looking out of my window. I Still think so. I always cover the window with curtains. This makes me feel more comfortable. Now I no longer taped the sockets.
I'm much better now than then. But the point is what anxiety can lead to. If you do nothing with them. If you ignore them.
But something still remains with me. It always seems to me that I am being followed. Of course I'm not acting strange. I don't turn around when I walk down the street. But I always keep this thought in my head. I always think about it. My anxiety kills me sometimes. Like now
You know, it's so good that I have an "electronic diary" here. I can speak out. I've been a little tired lately. Tired of my move. Due to problems with documents. I've been so nervous these last days. I sleep badly. I literally force myself to do something. No strength to respond to messages. No strength to take photos and other content. I canβt draw...
Every day I resolve issues with documents. I get the impression that this country does not want to let me go. Difficulties appear every day. My hands are already down... It seems to me that this is someone's joke. Not a funny joke.
I watch in horror how my activity here falls. On my instagram, Twitter, everywhere... I have almost no orders for my paintings. But I can't do anything about it. Because I have no strength. I was emotionally burned out.
Every day I face new challenges about the move. As if this is a bureaucratic... sleep. Terrible sleep. All this fuss is exhausting me. I didn't think it was that difficult. I try to force myself to do something other than this. But I can't.
I just want to do what I like. I want to paint. I want to take new photos for you. And tell you some good story of my life. I want to share something good. But I have no strength at all. I've been writing this for the second day already πππ I know I can handle it. But now it seems to me that it drags on forever. And it never ends...
I feel like a piece of shit. Sorry for the bad words. But these are the best words. They define me so precisely now.
I hope you enjoy my little video. Good evening to you β€οΈ hug everyone, thank you for listening to my whining.
Hi π Do you remember the first time you went to school?
I had a dream today in which I was a small Ρhild and went to Π΅lementary school. I really love to lie in bed and remember moments from my life.
So I was remembering how I first went to Π΅lementary school.
My parents bought to me a backpack, pens, notebooks, everything I needed for school. I was so worried because it was a important moment for me. I think I feel myself already an adult...
This important day has come. I had a great pink suit, a new blue backpack with Dalmatians. I came to class and sat down at the table. I was scared because I didn't know anyone. I was very embarrassed and felt unsure.
And so the teacher says that we need to get our books and notebooks. I tilt my head down to get everything i need out of my new backpack.... And at that moment I felt horror π± Cold sweat broke out on my face, and my hands shook.
I found myself leaving my backpack at home.
I was so ashamed. I took everything into account!!! I prepared so hard for this day that I forgot the most important thing - my backpack with all the accessories. On the first day of school π I was so ashamed, at that moment I wanted to sink into the ground.
I ran out of the class in tears. I covered my face with my hands and did not see the pillar. Which I crashed into with all my might. And all would be fine if high school students did not stand before and seen all this. They laughed at me. And I wanted to forget this day and start all over again π π
Hi guys π What about sports? Do you do any sports?
All my ΡhildhΠΎΠΎd I was a very active Ρhild and loved sports. I constantly went to some kind of training. But I very quickly burned out for classes. I could not do one and that kind of sport for a long time. πͺ
I did rhythmic gymnastics. Sailing and handball. The longest time I did was dancing. I went to hip hop. I did it for two years, then I went to break dance, I did it for three years. I managed to take part in one championship and take first place βΊοΈ But I soon left. Now I dance really badly. I don't remember anything at all from the dances.
And after that, I tried to go to the gym several times. But all is unsuccessful. Each time I seemed to force myself. It wasn't sincere. Sometimes I go to yoga. But I can't go to groups. I donβt like. I like to study at home, on my own or go to private lessons with a coach.
Now I dream of stretching. There is no motivation at home. I am constantly lazy. My stretch is very bad. You can't even imagine how much. If 10 β is a twine and 1β is a tree. Then I am number 2 π
Guys, lease advise the film ππ½ Horror or thriller. A detective with a confusing ending. Just not an action movie please. It is possible with notes of arthouse. Or a psychological thriller βΊοΈππ½ pls Help brighten up this evening π
Remember I wrote a story about gray M & M's and my aunt who deceived me. If I find a gray candy, then I can make any wish and it will come true.π For all you understand, this story happened when I was about 5-7 years old. That is, around the 2000s. My aunt could not think of the existence of gray candies. She came up with it from her head.π±
πYou can read about this story below. I have attached a photo with text.
So... A friend of mine (thanks Oliver π€) pleasantly surprised me. Today I went to the post office because I received a parcel. When I opened it, I saw two flasks of gray M & M's. On which it says "make a wish." π±π±π± You can imagine? It's so cool. It impressed me so much.
I think it's a great, cool, kind, and wonderful story. It will be kept in my story chest. π€« Thanks Oliver. It's great.
β€οΈThank you for doing this. It is very nice. I love to receive parcels and letters from you. Thank you for sharing a piece of your culture, country, yourself, your mood, This is very cool. I hug everyone β virtually.π€π
βDo you like my mini self-set βIn the mirror πͺβ?
Finally, @shameless_sg sent me our little set that we done in Moscow. I had already forgotten about him. π
I was glad a little early that my documents were ready. They are not ready yet. π I canβt to move when I planned. In 2 weeks I need to move out of the apartment. I thought that I would have time to leave before this time, but no. Now I need to look for a new home to live there until I receive my documents.
Due to the political situation in my country, not everyone is allowed to enter the border. They come up with new rules out of their heads. They say that in order to leave, some additional documents are needed. although it is not. My head hurts from not knowing what to do. Every day they come up with new entry rules!
I read the news every day and I just want to cry. Cry because I'm tired of this unfairness. Why should people suffer for one person? Because of our stupid president? π€― All this happens only because he does not want to leave. I'm so angry.π‘ I started to have a nervous tic on my face due to the fact that I am constantly nervous ΡΠ΅Π΅ I wish it would all be over and I could move from here and start moving on. Because it everything takes a lot of strength and energy.
β By the way, I've heard about these terrible events in USA. Who from USA will share the news? Tell us what is happening there? How is your situation now? All well out after the events at the Capitol?
Hi guys. I congratulate you on Christmas. I donβt know are you celebrating Christmas? :) β¨π
By the way, are you a religious person? I have a very interesting story related to religion. Until last year, I didn't know that I was baptized. In our family, I have never heard that someone goes to church or believes God. I am not a believer myself. I mean, I don't believe in God as a person living in heaven. Who created the earth in 7 days. And last year I found out that I was baptized. But it doesn't really matter.
I am on the Buddhist path. I do not consider Buddhism to be a religion. For me, Buddhism is a philosophy. Because Buddhism doesn't force anything. You can follow the eightfold path even as a Christian or Muslim. It does not matter. You can always come to the temple. Do a meditation. You can be anyone. Buddhism is not attached to anything. It's great. For me, Buddhism is very logical. I feel like this is right for me.
Today I have good news. I was finally answered according to the documents. Soon I will go to the embassy to make a visa. I hope they will open it to me.
Today I had a day off. I was cleaning my house. And I went to the hospital to get my tests. By the way, I was not sick with covid π€¨. The test showed that I have never transferred this virus yet. How strange.
Then my friends came to visit me. We played with PS4 and drΠ°nk tea βοΈ Then my father came to visit me. I gave a present for my sister. It's her birthday today. Yes, I have a younger sister πToday she is 1οΈβ£1οΈβ£ yΠ΅ars old.
Generally boring day.
I'm going to work tomorrow. I will parse my mail and messages. Sorry if I don't answer someone for a long time. Today I almost didn't pick up the phone in my hand π. Tomorrow at work I will have a lot of time and I will do it π
How is your day? Have a nice evening or morning. Many have a morning now , right? Hug β€οΈ
Hello everybody! I hope your holidays went well π You were very interested in my move. Thank you very much for worrying about me β€οΈ
So far, nothing has been heard with my documents. In theory, I was supposed to leave on January 24th. I gave money and documents to the guy who does this, but so far he is silent. I hope this is due to the holidays. And in a couple of days he will give me an answer so that I could move on. I'm still worried.
Yesterday I was standing on the balcony, looking out the window and for a minute it seemed to me that the whole world was dead. There was such an eerie silence on the street. It was very empty. I experienced anxiety. And I felt a little lonely. And I thought that when I move these feelings will not disappear anywhere. I cannot run away from myself. And I felt so sad. I tried to banish these thoughts, but I couldn't. I guess I'm just scared. Because this is something new to me. I understand that nothing has happened yet. But Iβm already running a lot of scenarios in my head:
What if I can't find a job? What if it will be difficult for me to learn the language? What if I can't pay the rent? What if something happens to my cats?
These thoughts are killing me.π€― I Can't stop thinking about it sometimes. Fear is so destructive to us...
βDo you have fears? Share (if you want) What are you afraid of? I don't mean phobias. Maybe something deeper?
Thank you very much for being here with me. There is no better gift for me to see feedback, hear your kind words and support. Knowing that I am doing everything right. I really want to wish you in the new year to find harmony with yourself. After all, this is the only way to a happy life. I want you to pay more attention to yourself and your development. If everything is good inside you, then everything will be good outside too. Please work on it. I wish you strength and patience. I wish you to find this strength in yourself. Take action. Fulfill your strongest and boldest desires. Do not limit yourself to anything. Destroy it all.
Be happy and free.
Just LIVE, don't exist.
Just Live.
I hug you tightly, kiss you and thank you endlessly β€οΈ
Hello everybody! Well, that the year is coming to an end and I want to tell the last story this year (of course, tomorrow I will still be here to tell you a couple of warm words β€οΈ)
This year I got cats. This is an important event. This is a responsibility. Great responsibility. Moreover, there are two of them.
I love animals very much. But since I always lived with my parents, they nor allowed me to have cats or dogs, I was content with mice. All my life as long as I can remember, from a yΠΎung age I had mice, hamsters and rats.
I love rats. These are the cutest creatures in the world. My heart melts at the sight of cute paws and ears. My last rat was just wonderful and smart. His name was 2pac π Yes, in honor of the very rap artist Tupac Shakur. He was very smart. His cage was never closed. He moved around the apartment freely. Never chewed anything and slept with me. My grandmother is madly afraid of rats. But even she loved him very much. Grandma and grandpa always sat on the balcony in the summer and dined. And the Tupac sat on his grandfather's shoulder and gnawed his (ratβs) food π₯°
I also had two mice. Their names were Bonnie and Clyde. In honor of the well-known couple of robbers βΊοΈ There was a hamster named Stim. I once bred a hamster in an aquarium. I had a large aquarium in which a turtle used to feed. My parents bought me two hamsters. It turned out to be a boy and a girl. They began to multiply. I was so happy because I had so many furry friends π I spent time with them every day.
You know what I understood. If you want to get yourself an animal, but are in doubt - do not hesitate! This is the best decision in your life. It's scary at first and you wait for the right moment. But believe me, the right moment will never be! Just go and do it! After a while, you will understand that this is the best decision in your life. They will be grateful to you, they will love you. You will find a friend and realize that you are not alone. Especially if you take an animal from a shelter. You make this world a little kinder. And give your furry friend a chance for a happy life and friendship!
A friend of mine recently adopted a dog. She was always want but doubted. Because she didn't want to take responsibility. I persuaded her π Now she cannot live without her dog. She loves him so much. And she constantly asks: "How could I be live without him before?" Don't be afraid to take responsibility. Our life is only one with us. In addition, a person gets used to any conditions. Having a furry friend is my best decision. β€οΈ Even moving to another country is not a hindrance for me. I think about my cats. I didnβt even have a thought to give them to someone and leave. No. I am responsible for those I have tamed. Responsibility makes us adults! And I see this boundless love, I feel it from my cats. And I answer them the same β€οΈ
Hello everyone π How is your mood? Have everyone already bought gifts? :) On the eve of the holiday, I want to tell you a story about my holiday memories. Since it's New Year's holidays now, the memory will also be New Year'π
In fact, I don't like holidays, I don't know why. It has always been that way. Ever since childhood I remember that we got together with my parents and went to visit some relatives. I wasn't particularly interested. I wanted to go about my business, but I had to go with my parents. If it is a new year, then we were leaving for the whole night. In addition, I really do not like giving gifts. Oh God!!β You would know how much I hate giving gifts. This is that awkward moment when a person pretends that he liked the gift, but never uses it. This is so terrible for me. I like to give gifts only when I know for sure that a person needs it. But it doesn't have to be a holiday. I can go and buy something for a person if he wants it on any of the 365 days. Just to please the person. I don't need a reason. The main thing is to know that what I will give will be useful π
I remember my most memorable New Year's memory. I was sixtΠ΅Π΅n years old. I celebrated the New Year in Moscow with my mother. I was so bored that I poured champagne into my glass while no one saw it. And in the end I got really drunΠΊ. And I don't remember anything π I woke up under the table from the screams of my mother, who was looking for me. My mom and other guests were looking for me all over the apartment, and they began to worry. And I just fell asleep under the table, drunΠΊ π I calmed my mother, she tried to yell at me, but my head hurt so badly that I asked to leave me alone and put a bucket of water next to me π So I slept for almost a day. When I got better, my mother had already calmed down and we with all the guests just laughed with this situation. This is such a new year π
Well, the best new year I celebrated in 2016-2017. I wrote about it below in my posts. Maybe someone will be interested to read about it.
Now answer my question. Do you like giving or receiving gifts more? π
Hi guys π Merry Christmas to you π I hope you are spending this day with your family or friends. I feel a little sick. The fifth day the temperature is already holding and I feel a little overwhelmed. Slight weakness and headache.
π Today I want to tell a story about poetry. Some of you asked me recently and I remembered a story about it. I love to read Sergei Yesenin, Brodsky and Mayakovsky. In general, I love poetry, sometimes I learn something by heart. My favorite poem is called Β«The Black ManΒ», written by Sergei Yesenin
I have a small collection of Yesenin's books. And I remembered the story of how she got to me.
π΅π½ One day my friend's mother met an old woman in line at the post office. They got to talking and she said that her son loves books. The old woman said that she had a large library and if her son wanted to come and take what he liked and gave her address. My friend called me (because I had a car at that time) and asked me to take him for books. He knew that I liked Yesenin. This woman had a whole collection of his poems. My friend, without asking me, took these books and gave them to me. I was very happy because I love old books. They were really very old.
Later, When I was reading one of them, suddenly a newspaper clipping fell out of the book. I unfolded it to see and you know what I saw? It was a newspaper clipping from about 1918. There it talked about Yesenin's repression. He refused to write poetry for the king and was repressed. Then I found a few more newspaper clippings. I could not believe my eyes that I was holding a 1918 newspaper in my hands. Can you imagine?
I still have these books with these clippings. I keep them. At the auction I also bought a bronze bust of Yesenin :) Now my bookshelf looks very beautiful π
And then something happened that I did not expect...
I was home. My grandmother came to my room and said that I need to go out into the entrance. She was acting strangely. I thought she was a little shocked. I opened the front door and saw this guy. He flew to me from Canada, with a bouquet of roses and a ring π
What would you understand, getting a visa to America or Canada is very difficult for Belarusians, and vice versa. It is very expensive and very difficult. Flights cost around $ 1000 and up.
I was shocked. He asked me for forgiveness and tried to explain everything. At that time, almost two years had passed since we had not seen each other. We agreed to mΠ΅et the next day and discuss everything.
When we mΠ΅et, I felt that we were strangers. I didn't feel anything for him. Perhaps my feelings have cooled because he cheated on me, I don't know. But then I realized that we have different paths. He also tried to convince me that we must start all over again, but I knew for sure that nothing would come of it. I have no grudge against him. In life, everything happens as it should. You need to be able to trust this world and listen to yourself. I doubted I was making the right choice. But still, something inside me told me that nothing would work.
by the way, he's doing well now. We are still in touch. True, rarely, but we communicate. And after a while, I understand that I did the right thing. My life is not next to him. I am a free man, I need freedom. I couldn't get it next to him :)
βWould you like to keep the relationship with your first love?
Wow guys π± Hello You have offered me so many ideas for posts. Thank you very much. I made a list π Today I will tell you about my first love.
This was in 2009. My best friend moved to a new school. There she liked the guy. She called me in the evening and said that she invited him for a walk and asked me if I would like to join them. I agreed. In the evening after our meeting, when I came home, this guy wrote to me on the Internet that he liked me. We began to communicate. I immediately told a friend. I didn't mean to deceive her. She did not mind, she was even happy for us. And we started dating.
Everything was fine until my boyfriend got a green card. He and his father went to Canada. I was very worried and cried, because I stayed here in Belarus.
This was my first love. It seemed to me that it was forever. We talked and decided to wait for my majority. It would take two years. During this time he could get the necessary documents so that I could go to him in Canada. We decided to get married when I turn 18. We dating at a distance.
We constantly exchanged letters, gifts and called each other every day. It was difficult because the time difference is so big. I woke up early in the morning every day to talk to him via video communication.
He soon began to behave strangely. He often disappeared. Rarely called, said that he was busy. Then, on his Facebook page, I saw a girl who tagged him in a photo. I went to her page and found their joint photos and videos. In the photographs, they were together, holding hands and kissing. I was shocked.
I got depressed. Didn't go to school, hardly ate food. He refused to talk to me. After a while, he wrote to me that it was true. He has another girlfriend and he loves her, but he doesn't love me anymore. I was so emaciated that I fainted and was taken to the hospital.
I tried to call him in Canada and refused to believe that he no longer loved me. Then he blocked and deleted me everywhere. I felt very bad, but I had no choice but to accept it. Time passed. I was still depressed about it. But i lived with it. He soon showed up. He asked for forgiveness. By that time, I no longer wanted and could not forgive him. We corresponded for a long time, called each other, talked. But it did not help. And then the incredible happened ...
